Step. Reluctantly, I opened the door to Mom’s apartment and perused the room. The little Christmas tree sat perched in the window seat, waiting to be taken down and stored. Her favorite pictures stared...

It takes me a minute to choose a “word” for any calendar year, as I like to mull it over in my mind and see how it fits with my current place in life....

“Your wind chimes are going crazy!” I commented to my friend Mary as we sat in the sunroom, just beginning our annual New Year’s Eve gathering. “I was thinking the same thing,” she commented,...

Why in the world do I always take pictures of the shoe pile by the front door in my home? I pondered this question as the family was gathered for Thanksgiving last week and...

My footsteps were a complex mix of bouncy and hesitant as I entered the room. I was about to see my early childhood bestie for the first time in 40+ years. Part of me...

With a glint in her eye and a giggle in her voice, my 93-year-old Mom began: “Well, when I was four or five years old, we lived in Cynthiana. I walked into our garage,...

I jump back out of bed and do a few laps around our second floor before I go to sleep, just to get a few extra steps in. Once again, I’m dead last in...

As long ago as I can remember, my dad had a love of cultivating flowers and plants. In addition to being a minister, in essence “cultivating the souls” of those around him, Dad became...